Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.

Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.

All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.

The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.

Reason saw not, till Faith sprung the Light.

But dying is a pleasure / When living is a pain.

There is a proud modesty in merit.